Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Time is a rubber band, stretched taut.Or at least, it was.It was released, obviously, and that’s why it
moves.

That means it’s not an illusion: time is moving faster as
you get older.It’s been accelerating
from its first unmarked period of frozen tension.A day used to last what we’d call years, or
even longer back at the beginning.Everything’s relative; your children and grandchildren will think of
themselves as living long, full lives, though to you and me they’ll seen to
whiz past.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

It was the end of the day.I lay down on the carpet and opened my ribcage.That doesn’t hurt as much as you might
think.I considered the interior with a
certain amount of difficulty.My veins I
set as highways.I built suburbs from intestines and gleaming white skyscrapers from the delicate bones hand and
ankle, with radii cranes to tend them.I
set my neurons to guide the traffic.City Hall stood upon the thick, ropy muscle of my heart.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Men used to puton
their hate as a matter of course whenever they went outside.Everyone wore hates all the time, and no one
thought it was odd.

Nowadays, a hate is not fashionable.If you have a hate, people will probably
comment on it and ask you not to bring it inside or to the table.Though hates are unpopular, a well-made one
remains attractive.

People do still wear them in winter, along with scares.Loves get in the way of our phones, so those
are out, but nothing keeps you warm like a scare and a hate.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

“Ironically, it’s not the big, impressive predators that
have the most suitable impulses,” said Doctor Geisteskrank, adjusting the input
electrodes.“They know they’re at the
top.They don’t know how to
destroy; they just eat until they’re full.No, you want something low on the food chain,
something that knows fear.And hatred.”

Bartleby eased in with the tea tray.

“Ah, you’re just in time!” Doctor Geisteskrank cried.“I’ve a riddle for you.When is a chicken not a chicken?”

He pushed the initiator button.

From outside, a rumble, as of the first experimental scratch
of a terrible, robotic claw.

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